I am Yeshe Dawa, the moon is on me.
I sat in mahāmudrā for ten million years:
शिव's throat burned dark blacking-blue
my milk came and went, tides of κέφι
and the suffering of many millions of creaturitas
passed through the open chamber of my heart.
I was approached by monks & told I was a great buddha
& should consider maleness as a form of birth
with perhaps greater potential for further attainments.
From then on I resolved always to be born a woman.
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